"We've been here before Hawkeye," she reasoned. "We've already been down that road. It's a dead end. Remember?"
"Maybe we just didn't go far enough or we took a 'shortcut' or the wrong exit. Come on Margaret. What's wrong with trying it again? Practice makes perfect they say." He smiled.
"Perfect? Ha!" she scoffed. "Making love in the middle of a minefield, getting married in this wasteland? You call that perfect?" Tears started to fill her eyes and her throat tightened. "I've tried that once before, and you know how that ended." Margaret began to cry.
"Hey, hey," Hawkeye began. "Don't cry. Come on." He pulled her into his arms and she cried on his shoulder. "Listen, it's different this time," he told her. "We have an advantage. We're together, and baby, together, anything can happen." He smiled down at her as he tilted her chin up and wiped away her tears. She nodded. Then, slowly, carefully, passionately, Hawkeye leaned forward and allowed his lips to caress the lips of his love. His darling. His Margaret.
